New York Film Academy©
[voice-over begins]
You've known me your whole life. My work never sleeps. I live in your binge sessions, your favorite quotes, and your childhood memories. I haunt your future too. I am the echo behind every line that lingers.
I am a screenwriter.
When you sit down to watch something—anything—you’re at my doorstep. Knock, knock. I make you laugh. I make you cry. I chill you to the bone. I explode your expectations, flip your sympathies, rip out your heart, and stitch it back with a twist.
I can make God lie.
I conjure history and reanimate its ghosts. I give you villains to boo and heroes to cheer. I build worlds from nothing but dialogue and direction. I can live in your favorite sitcom or unravel in a war epic. I can be Sex and the City. I can be Band of Brothers. I can be Monty Python and the Holy Rewrite.
I give the future a voice. I make the past tremble. I don't have to be right—only believable. That’s the trick.
Somewhere between the original idea and the director's cut, there I am—beating out the rhythm, trimming the fat, weighing every word.
You are a hostage to my obsession.
I rehearse alone at 3am, reading five parts to my plants. I rewrite until my fingers ache. Too few words, and a commercial hijacks your moment. Too many, and they end up in the DVD extras.
I birth names, forge identities, stitch together cultures, and terraform universes.
Actors? I love actors. They're my fellow magicians. They embody my characters, elevate my lines, and breathe soul into ink. Without them, my words are just ghosts. But I put the words in their mouths, and the pause between them too.
I can make anyone play the piano. I just write it into the scene. Let the director sweat the rest.
“To make a great film, you need three things: the script, the script, and the script.”
— Alfred Hitchcock
I know when to shut up. I know when to hold a beat, when to whisper, when to let silence speak louder than sound. My lifestyle depends on knowing what keeps your eyes from blinking.
I give you belonging. Characters to love. Quirks to mimic. I make you nostalgic. I make you paranoid. I make you feel seen.
Some of your memories are my inventions.
You mutter my lines at the water cooler. You get tattoos of my metaphors. You quote me in court. You whisper me to your children.
I am in your DVD collection, your streaming queue, your favorite gif. I linger in the eyes of a stranger who reminds you of someone I wrote.
I can convince you Ukraine invaded Russia. That North Korea is bluffing. That big is beautiful. That ugly is misunderstood. That dogs can be presidents. That presidents are wolves in makeup.
And you buy it. You love it. You come back for more.
“I steal from every movie ever made.”
— Quentin Tarantino
I am not an author of truth. I am a licensed mythmaker. A shaper of signals. An architect of belief.
Even if you don’t like me, you can’t escape me.
I imitate art. I imitate science. I write your first crush, your worst fear, your inner monologue. I can give you a Silicon Valley pitch or a medieval witch trial.
I sway opinion. I break the news before it breaks. I can sell you a Coke or turn you vegan.
I know what makes you change the channel. And that’s what keeps me awake at night. I live in fear of that flicker of doubt—that moment you stop believing me.
But you don’t. You rarely do.
You trust me to entertain you.
That’s all I need.
I am a screenwriter.
CAMERA PANS TO DARK STREET / RAIN.
FADE TO BLACK.
ROLL CREDITS.